She followed him into a room full of shabby, ill-matched furniture. A torn Che Guevara poster hung on one wall, a tapestry embroidered with some words about the joys of home on another. Zacharias sat at a table with a chess set. Linda sat as far away from him as she could get.
“What do you study?” she said.
“I don’t. I play chess.”
“And you make a living from that?”
“I don’t know. I just know I can’t live any other way.”
“I don’t even know how the pieces move.”
“I can show you, if you like.”
Not a chance, Linda thought. I’m getting out of here as soon as I can.Before the Frost
Henning Mankell
2 comments:
And rightly so, may I add.
The Cat Who Liked Rain is pretty good.
That's a pretty impressive smoke ring on the cover.
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